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Sir Gregory Edwin Earwin

Sir Gregory Edwin Earwin

was a boy of only nine. 

But he was a somber fellow

who was careful with his time.

He never dilly dallied

He never shilly shamed

He always hop-ed to it,

With astute presence of mind. 

Our Greg did not dawdle when walking

on his way to school. 

He could not be persuaded

by a pogo-stick or pool.

He always followed schedules

He always kept the rules

He never came early or late

but right on time to school.

For Gregory Edwin Earwin

had determined his destiny

would be to rule all Asia,

by the age of thirty-three.

To him every man would bow,

At him all the world would cow,

He would govern the entire land

and dominate the sea.

to be continued.....

Dear Michelle,

It has come to our attention that all the mice in your mouse orphanage are dead. This blog is to notify you that the board of directors is reevaluating it's placement of funds. You will no longer be receiving contributions from our organization.  In future attempts we recommend following the cinderella model.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yY30B9ZMq4U

             Holly M. MacGusgus
            


        

Literature

I started the Brothers Karmazov today. It took less than a page. Yes, less than a page. I know the bounds of what I have to learn are infinite. But do you ever come across a person and realize that they alone have a seemingly infinite amount of knowledge and wisdom to impart to you, and that this knowledge and wisdom, though infinite is specific. It's centered, and concentrated directly on what YOU need to learn in order to grow into who ever it is that you need to grow into? I feel sometimes feel this way about people in my life. But somehow or other Fyodor Dostoevsky is, for me, also one of those people. He has something to teach me, I have something to learn from him, and when I have learned it, it will then lead me to learn something else.

   "As a general rule, people, even the wicked, are much more naive and simple-hearted than we suppose. And we ourselves are, too." Brothers Karmazov, Book One, Chapter I.

Why did he give the father, a despicibale character his own name?

He compared a marraige to a suicide.

Anyone want to read this along with me?

Walking Out

A few weeks ago I quit my job. I've worked all summer in the Benson building as a custodian. I never really talk to anyone about work. Who wants to hear about a custodian's job? But I really enjoyed it. So here is the tribute to my last job:

The Full-Time Custodian
The Stuff You Never Knew You'd Like to Know

Walking to work alone at 4:00 AM
The Sky: It's wonderful. Have you seen the stars that early? It's not your usual night time view. If you've been up late the night before, you can see the change that's taken place in only a few hours. No one is out on the streets. In the early morning peace you can stop, even in the middle of the road, and wonder and God's creations.
Paranoia: I played night games a bit this summer. I've stood on campus, knowing full well that there are more than twenty people within 50 feet of me, and not single one of them is visible to me. And here I am, walking up a hill called "Rape" that's marked with signs warning "Do not walk in this area at night." The adrenaline rush is a great way to wake yourself up.

PPE
Ahhh Personal Protection Equipment, better known as gloves and goggles. The gloves I understand. After all I'm a custodian. I touch dirty things. Yep, it's just what I do.
Now the goggles are a different story. Do you realize that wicked, passive-agressive OSHA makes me wear goggles when using ANY chemical. Oh yes friends, that means I wear goggles when I wash the windows with windex. I can't even try to save face by using safety classes. It has to be the big green goggles that stick out 3 inches from my face, tie on with an elastic cord, and leave a deep, and very red line on the unhappy skin around my eyes. Also, my eyes were harmed far more by having goggles than windex could ever do. They slip in your gloves as you put them on and ..SNAP.. right in the face.
What makes the goggles worth it is the funny associations my brain has made with them. For some reason Whenever I have on my goggles I tend to forget that I am not underwater. I get this sensation that I cannot be seen, which is relieving because I'm wearing giant green goggles. I also forget that I can still talk. When you're under water that doesn't work so well. ...neither does breathing in through your nose or out through your mouth...just saying.

Solitude
First thing in the morning I meet up with a largish, squarish, redish machine. I'm pretty sure it has a name like Tornado, or Tsunami or something stormy...ish. I know for certain that it has an acronymn that I could never remember. So for narration purposes we'll call it Vinny. Anyhow I'd fill the Vinny up with water, grab my PPE then head for the elevator that would take me to the 4th floor.

The Benson is the chemistry building, which means that all the upper floors are labs. In wee hours of the morning those labs are still clinking, dinging, rumbling, and smoking away. Some labs have signs forbidding the use of lights. Other signs inform you that there are highpowered magnets in the room. One of my personal favorites is the sign that warns that if you open the door you may have your eyes burnt out by lasers.
I would drag Vinny through the dark of these labs, cleaning the chairs while trying not to mess with the chemist's messes. It was fun.

Sunrise
By far the best part of the day was sunrise. From the 4th floor, in the corner office you have a view that stretched from the temple, across the mountains, over the valley and to the other side. The sunrise is spectacular.

 

 

Random
A few other random things I'll miss: the numatic (vacumn with a happy face),

the machine rooms in the basement, especially the wind room,

and the chasm (you don't even know I'm down there).

Joy

Things that make me happy:

Christ. Prayer. The Temple. My Family. Music. Colors. Water.

Stars. Trees. Snow. Christmas. 2 Year-olds. Fireworks. Gardens.

Milkshakes. Missionaries. Taking Pictures. Talking With Friends.

Staying Up Late. Waking Up Early. Going Back to Bed.

The Children's Section in the Library. Laughing. Exploring. Waffles.

Piano Playing. Singing in the Shower. Guitar Playing. Singing With Friends.

Rivers. Swimming. Hiking. Biking. Sailing. Climbing. Hiding. Jumping.

Sunset, Sunrise, and Everything in Between. Life. Raspberries.

Scriptures. Storms. Wind. Snowcones. Otterpops. Rooftops.

Frost. Flowers. Grass. Greenhouses. The Park. The Mountains.

.....thinking about happy things.

Bearded

Dearest Devin,
The other day I sat in math, trying to understand a logic path.
My thoughts would not stay, I could not follow that logic 's way.
For my grades I greatly feared, driven to distraction by the professors beard.
... I do not learn, but compare, the similarities between your facial hair.
Yours is red and his is white, I wonder how you'd do in a bear pulling fight.
I suppose someday you'll be teaching too, a class of girls who don't listen to you.
But do be patient Professor McCleve, don't get angry and please don't leave.
It's just that their distracted by your face, and besides you talk at a very fast pace.
They do care for what you say, but there is all this hair that gets in the way.
Please be forgiving and do not fuss, give them a week and they'll adjust.

Holly Marie